content: */f, vr, injury/prosthetic mention

"Ah, shit!"

You swear as the tripod arm slips from your grasp and collapses into itself. The loosely screwed in projector wobbles at the top, but doesn't fall.

You breath a sigh of relief -- who knows how much hassle it would be to replace one of those. The manual made the installation seem a lot more simple than it was, but showing every step being assembled by cute chibi robots did little for your actual understanding of the instructions, and you've been at it for several hours. Ok. Tripods secure, next is... step 15C...? Ugh.

You wipe sweat off of your brow using your shirt and push your glasses up. The various screwdrivers and screws you've accummulated hang off of your waist in a makeshift toolbag you've fashioned out of an old bag. The screws clink against each other and the metal surface of your thigh as you shift around the room.

You've never 100% gotten used to your left leg after last summer's accident -- the weight gives you some trouble towards the end of the day, but it sure makes ultimate frisbee more interesting. People have learned not to try to body check you by now.

Your phone beeps.

"Ah, shit, what time is it?" You realize that you once again have forgotten to eat something for dinner. A bigger breakfast tomorrow morning will have to do. You hope she doesn't lecture you about your habits.

It was a text.

A: [How's it going?]
H: [the hardware they sent is so jank]
A: [Hehe, I know. I replaced all of the tripods with wall mounts eventually. They're not really the most elegant thing.]
H: [i'm almost done but so many cablesssss]
A: [We can always wait until tomorrow? It's getting late for you.]
H: [no no, i promised i promised]

It's getting embarassingly late. Your wrist hurts, your neck hurts. You're not sure why, but your tailbone hurts. Probably from when you smacked your head on your computer desk and fell back while fiddling with the video connections. But it's ready. Your room is covered with cables leading to every corner, in each a tripod with a chunky projector sitting atop it.

As the hardlight stations power up, a screen appears in the middle of the room that reads [AWAITING INPUT]. You grab the bracelet sitting on the bed you pushed into the corner, and you jog into the center, smacking the light switch by the door to dim the lights. A faint blue grid is kicked up into glowing particles as you step back in, and the bracelet lights up as you bring it into the active space.

-- IRIDIUM Deckspace --
-- Stand in the center of the defined space and proceed with setup. --

Height - -10% manual adjustment, local ✓
Weight ✓
Ocular implant detected - SightOS v1.29.1b compatible. ✓
Physical implant detected - Left prosthetic leg, generic motorized.
-- Body calibration complete. --

User direct interaction - whitelist only ✓ (unchanged)
Pain limiter ✓ (unchanged)
-- Feedback preferences set: moderate-safe (default) --

Ocular correction: -1.25 L -1.75 R, 0, 30 ✓
Physical accessibility: left leg, weight compensation +25% (default) ✓
-- Accessibility options confirmed. --

-- Menu color: PURPLE ✓ --

-- Would you like to receive email about promotions and updates from IRIDIUM? ⬜ --
-- Would you like to allow IRIDIUM to collect anonymous statistical data on your usage of Deckspace? -- "uhhhhhhhhhh..." -- ⬜

-- START ✓✓✓ --

The boot up sequence starts. The lights in your cramped room dim further and seem to recede as the grid at your feet gets brighter, rising higher up your legs, suddenly dispersing into countless motes of light contained inside the haphazard ring of tripods you had set up. Your skin tingles as the specks bounce off of you, as a comforting warm static seems to envelope your body.

The motes of light start moving faster, spinning around you and rippling in color. Some send a distracting glare that bounces off of your lenses of your glasses, and you fail to fight the urge to squeeze your eyes shut. It's too bright--

...

"Hey cutie."

"... hi?"

You feel her hands on your waist, and her lips pressed to yours. She's warm, and you melt.

She lifts your glasses off of your face, and you blink your eyes open.

"So what do you want to do first?"